On the third day after returning from the lamp, there was really a Buddhist hall in Dayue Temple with a new threshold.

It's just that the temple is not allowed to be opened, and if it is changed, it will be changed, and no one else has yet walked over it, except for the disciples who are meditating.

I don't know who will get it. Because there is such a thing in the book of almsgiving, but there is no name of the person who paid for it, everything is unknown.

The threshold was so thick and so high that it could reach a person's knees.

But no matter how high the threshold is, it can't stop the wind and snow today.

The snow in the Western Regions has fallen particularly heavily this year, and it has been ten days since Misiguo's accident, and the snow has been falling for ten whole days, and it has never stopped.

At the end of the night, the highest new threshold was also covered with snow, and the monks had to clean it every day.

Dayue Temple has the experience of Misiguo, and he has been very careful for the past ten days, and the doctors in the palace have been more diligent than before.

As for the Qishui Royal Court, it was a little more solemn than the atmosphere of the Great Moon Temple.

The officials were busy with the audience, and the subordinates were panicked to clear the snow and open the way, and they were busy from top to bottom.

Sitting on the kang with a snowflake-white kitten in his arms, he looked at the relevant books page by page, saw the key points, and took a pen to remember them from time to time.

Miao Miao helped her grind the inkstone, and her head lit up again and again, like a chicken pecking rice repeatedly.

Until he couldn't even hold the grinding stone steadily, he pressed his palm into the inkstone.

"Ah......h

There were a few more ink flowers on Lizhan's notes, but there was nothing from Lizhan, and he poked Miao Miao's little head with a pen instead, shaking his head helplessly.

"When did you come here and be stuck like this?"

Seeing this, Qiao'er hurriedly called hot water to clean his hands, and his little hands were rubbed in the wooden basin, while pouting with a dull face: "In the past few days, I have helped the master polish ink every day, from morning to night, the apprentices have lost weight!" ”

He wiped his hands and stretched out a snow-white steamed bun arm, "Don't you feel distressed?" ”

Lizhan pulled him over and slapped him in the palm of his hand, "I feel distressed, you listen to this fat sound, and if you fall into a hot pot, you have to turn it into oil." ”

“……”

"After washing your hands, you can go back to the house and endorse it."

"I don't want it." He twisted his body and hugged the cat in Lizhan's arms, "I want to go out of the palace to play with Qingqing." ”

"Don't!" Lizhan looked stern.

"Just play for a while, the apprentice hasn't been out of this big cage for a long time, I'll go buy a cake and come back."

"Eat the bread and let Corning burn it."

"How can the bread in this house be compared with the bread outside? The cake on the outside has a sauce made of large melons, and it tastes sweet and fragrant! ”

Qiao'er, who had just finished pouring dirty water, heard Miao Miao grinding her mouth in front of Lizhan and couldn't help it.

"Okay, little ancestor, since the accident of Misiguo, epidemics have been found in the city one after another, do you know how many plagues have broken out in the city in the past ten days?"

Miao Miao touched the cat speechlessly.

How did he not know? These numbers, if you ask about them, Gu Fuwei will talk about everything.

The first two days were uneventful, and from the third day there were twenty, on the fourth day, seventy, and on the fifth day two hundred......

As of this morning, the number of newly infected people has reached more than 700 in one day yesterday.

The number was so large that it scared the direct governor of Qi Shui into turning gray, kneeling in front of Gu Fuwei's feet, and couldn't help him.

It's horrible.

Dayue Temple couldn't hold so many sick people, so Gu Fuwei sent people to vacate another place in the west of the city, and temporarily pulled a tent to isolate people into it.

But now the people in Qishui City are panicking, and they all feel that the plague has a tendency to be unstoppable, so they hide their illness and are unwilling to cooperate.

Therefore, more than 1,400 people are now separated, which may be just a drop in the bucket.

"When you leave the palace at this time, do you want to get the plague back? At such a young age, you can't think about it like this? ”

"That'...... Then I want to go to His Highness. ”

"It's even more muddy!" Qiao'er wiped his nose with a silk, "Your Highness is the busiest on official business, even the young lady doesn't bother, not to mention the stinky little bun you play with mud!" When we met, we should ask the guards to drag them out to play the board! ”

"Didn't I go to play with His Highness, didn't Master send someone to send a bowl of decoction to His Highness every day? Anyway, someone has to send it, Corning can send it, why can't the apprentice send it? And Kangning hates us and doesn't talk to us much, whether His Highness has drunk soup or not, and after a few sips, she doesn't say anything, it's better to let the disciple go, the disciple will definitely stare at His Highness and finish drinking! ”

Qiao'er continued to reprimand in a rambling manner.

With a "bang", the door was pushed open, startling the people in the room.

Several of them looked out at the same time, and three or two maidservants stood outside the threshold between them.

"Reckless, what's going on?"

A few people couldn't understand what Lizhan said, and after exchanging a few words, they knelt outside the threshold with a "plop".

"What's wrong?" Qiao'er walked over.

A few people babbled, and they couldn't even say a word of official words, and finally simply pointed to a corner outside the courtyard.

That's where the maidservants of Ziling Palace live.

In addition to taking care of Lizhan's diet and daily life, these maids will not come to her to walk around on weekdays, firstly, because of the language barrier, they are already born, and secondly, they look like a fox spirit, and they are not gentle on the face, and they are close to Gu Fuwei, so these people dare not get close to her.

It's weird today, kneeling side by side in front of her and kowtowing.

Seeing that they were in a hurry, as if they had something important, he finished the last point, put down his pen, walked up to them, and motioned for them to lead the way in front.

A group of people hurriedly got up from the ground, took out the paper umbrellas that had been prepared a long time ago to help her hold on, and hugged back and forth towards the room outside the courtyard.

When he entered the house, he heard the cries of some people.

"Ouch hey...... cough cough cough ...... Ouch ......"

Lizhan bypassed the large square table, walked to the bed, and lifted the thick tent.

Corning was lying wilted under the covers, sweating profusely.

Sick?

Yesterday, I saw her come to serve tea and water to herself, and Lizhan casually asked her about the situation of the Xuanji Palace, and she also glared at herself secretly.

It's so strong, how did it come to this?

Lizhan looked at a few maids, who were so stupid that they couldn't say anything.

Lizhan sighed and re-examined the old woman on the bed.

"Corning? Where are you uncomfortable? ”

"Ahem, ahem...... Ouch, hey......" Corning called to himself, unconscious.

"Corning!" Raise your voice from the lamp. "The king is coming, but he doesn't get up and serve!"

Kang Ning was stunned when he heard the word "king", and then desperately opened his eyes and turned his head.

It still works!

Li Zhan looked at Kang Ning's sluggish rotation of two unfocused pupils, and slowly glanced at himself and the people around him, "Jun ...... Monarch...... Wang ......"

"What kind of king? Your king is so busy that his heels can't touch the ground, so how can he care about you? You look at me with wide eyes, and I'm leaving. ”

It's really sick!

"Heavenly Maiden......" Kang Ning's gaze rippled, and after seeing clearly that it was Lizhan, he quickly died down.

She bent her body with difficulty and bowed her head towards Lizhan, "The slave salutes the Heavenly Maiden." ”

Regardless of whether she was waiting to see her or not, she sat down along the edge of the bed. "Corning, what's wrong with you?"

"Old slave...... Ahem...... There's nothing uncomfortable about it. ”

"No discomfort? So what do you do in the thick of the day? Learn snakes, bears, hibernation? ”

......" Corning buried his face, slightly distorted. The servant got up before dawn and swept the snow, so that it would be easier for the goddess to walk, and when the day dawned and she felt tired, she went up to the house to rest. Please go back, how can this little thing surprise the goddess. ”

"It's hard for you, at such an age, you get up before dawn to work."

Kangning was about to cough again, so he quickly pulled the quilt to cover his mouth, and coughed loudly.

"What time is it now?"

"It's time to go back to Miss."

"Oh, then you should have a full night's sleep. I thought that since you are so caring, you might as well help me pick out the pile of medicines in the firewood room. Get up, there are more than ten baskets of medicine in the firewood room, pick it up early, and the patients in Otsuki Temple are still waiting to use it. ”

Corning covered his mouth, coughing more and more. "Ahem, ahem...... Minion...... Ahem...... The minions will go later. ”

"I want you to go now! I am the master of Ziling Palace, are you going to not even listen to the master's words now? ”

Lizhan scolded loudly, and although the maids on the side couldn't understand what she was saying, they were also bluffed by her posture.

"Okay, you really don't listen to the master, okay, I'll go to His Highness's side and ask her to change someone to serve!"

Lizhan got up and was about to leave, but Kangning, who had not moved, suddenly grabbed Lizhan's dyed lake blue short velvet mouse hair cloak.

Turning back from the lamp, Corning gritted his teeth and cried.